Chapter 158: Fûcking smother me

Dorian’s gaze darkened until the golden hues of his pupils bled entirely into black, expanding until his eyes were two pools of shadow.

His body reacted instantly, his cock hardening into a rock-hard length that strained painfully against the confines of his trousers. His fingers dug hard into the soft skin of her ass, yanked her forward, and pressed her flush against his raging erection.

"You’re asking me to fuck you in this state," he muttered, his voice thick and dripping with raw lust. "I won’t be gentle, Alyssa. I won’t hold back."

"Then don’t," she replied smoothly, her gaze locked on his. "Take me as rough as you want to. That will only assure me that you’re still mine."

A deep, primal growl rumbled from Dorian’s chest. He slammed his lips onto hers in a brutal kiss, a collision fueled by rage, desire, and a burning need to claim every single inch of her.

His hands wrapped tightly around her thighs and hoisted her off her feet. He touched her everywhere, one hand fisting into her hair while the other dug into the soft skin of her hip, holding her firmly against him.

Alyssa locked her ankles around his waist, kissing him back with all the anger and insecurity that had been eating at her since she saw Elvira beside him. Dorian was hers; she wanted to brand him, to mark her territory across every inch of his skin.

The kiss grew wilder, chaotic and unraveled, their tongues swirling and tangling as their breathing hitched. Her hands pushed into his hair, fisting tight as she rocked her hips directly into his erection.

Dorian let out a muffled groan and broke the kiss. He dragged his lips up her jawline and down the long arch of her throat, leaving a sweet, burning trail of heat behind.

"Fuck... Alyssa..." he moaned her name against her skin, claiming her lips again in another wild, desperate kiss.

He shifted their weight, turning them around and slamming her back down onto the desk.

She barely registered the sharp thud against her spine before her hand disappeared between their bodies, frantically pulling at his belt to unzip his trousers.

"I need your hands on me," she whispered between hard, breathless kisses. "Your mouth... I need them on me."

Dorian pushed her hands out of the way and unzipped his pants himself. He shoved them down his legs, kicked them off, and parted her thighs wide.

She bucked right off the surface of the desk the second his lips landed on her clit; that sensitive, swollen nub of flesh that sent instant sparks of pleasure coursing through her blood.

She drove both hands into his hair and pulled his head closer, rolling and grinding her hips directly into his mouth. The wild sensation surged through her, stealing her breath and making her tremble under the unrelenting onslaught of his tongue.

Dorian lost the last shred of his control. He flicked his tongue through her slick slit, lapping up her juices, drinking in every drop until she was quaking beneath him and screaming his name to the ceiling.

His fingers tightened around her thighs as he lifted his head slightly to gaze up at her. His eyes were a mesmerizing fusion of pitch black and eerie gold, filled with a desperate longing.

He pulled her off the desk and carried her to the couch. Dropping her onto the cushion, he lay flat on his back beside her.

"Come sit on my face," he commanded raspily.

Astonished at the raw intensity in his tone and the possessive weight behind the order, Alyssa didn’t hesitate. She straddled him, bringing her thighs up until she hovered over his face. But the sudden thought of suffocating him made her freeze for a second.

Feeling her hesitation, Dorian grabbed her thighs with an iron grip and forced her down.

"When I say sit, you fucking smother me," he growled, pressing her wet slit straight into his open mouth.

Alyssa let out a strangled, breathless moan, her spine bowing tightly like a drawn bow. The very first swipe of his tongue made her clench around nothing. She ground against his face without thinking, whimpering as he devoured her. Her hips moved on their own rhythm, rubbing over him until the sudden, overwhelming pressure of a climax began to build in her belly.

"Dorian..." she gasped out.

He groaned in response, the deep vibration sending an electrifying shock wave straight through her core. She stiffened as her orgasm hit, ripping a loud scream straight out of her mouth.

One second, she was panting and trembling above him, trying to gather her sanity; the next second, her world spun as Dorian flipped her.

He turned her onto her stomach, supporting her weight above the couch, and climbed up behind her to spread her thighs open. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, spreading her juices until he was completely slicked in her warmth.

His palm came down in a sharp, firm smack across her ass, the sound echoing through the room. Then he grabbed her waist with both hands and slammed all the way in.

She cried out, her fingers clawing into the cushions, her toes curling tight from the sudden stretch. Each thick, relentless stroke sent her jerking forward over the arm of the couch, filling every inch of her.

"Dorian... I..."

​"I know, baby," he groaned thickly against her back. "I need you to feel all of me. You wanted this, didn’t you?"

"Yesss," she whimpered as he slammed back in to the hilt.

"I’m yours, Alyssa," he gritted out, pounding into her with every ounce of his strength. "I will always be yours."

He tightened his grip on her hips and drove into her roughly, his pelvis slapping wetly against her ass, filling the quiet library with the erotic sound.

"Don’t stop," she whispered frantically. "Oh, don’t stop. It’s... fuck! It’s so good."

Dorian let out a dark chuckle at her very first curse word. He accelerated his pace, his breathing growing ragged and heavy as he neared the edge.

He reached over and fisted his hand into her hair, forcing her spine into a deeper arch. He felt her inner walls clench tight around him as she hit a second climax, harder than the first, milking his cock.

He thrust harder, throwing his head back as he completely surrendered control, spilling deeply inside her with a low, vicious roar.

He collapsed over her, panting heavily, his broad chest pressed firmly into her back while his cock remained buried inside her. Sweat slicked their bodies, glinting in the quiet room despite the cool air.

For a long moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the synchronized rise and fall of their chests and the quiet ticking of the clock on the far wall.

Slowly, Dorian pulled out, letting out a soft hiss at the intense sensory overload. He held her hips gently, pressing soft, tender kisses along her spine.

His touch gentled completely as his hands slipped up her waist to cup her breasts. "I love you so much, Alyssa."

"I love you more."

He let out a quiet sigh and rested his forehead against her back.

"I know I’ve hurt you, my love, over the last few days," he began softly, his voice low. "I never wanted any of this to happen. I never wanted to hurt you. But seeing you angry at me, ignoring me, made me go insane. And the more I tried to make things right, the worse I made it."

He shifted, turning her around to face him on the sofa. He cupped her cheeks, his thumbs gently wiping away the sweat and hair sticking to her face.

"But I don’t want you to have a single doubt about my love for you," he continued, gazing deeply into her eyes. "I don’t want you to think anyone can ever come between us, because it will never happen."

He brushed away a stray tear that spilled onto her lashes. "Elvira is in the past. The mate bond between me and her doesn’t mean anything. I feel nothing for her, and I will do everything in my power to break it. But I don’t want to keep fighting with you, my love. I don’t want this rift between us."

Alyssa sniffed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I don’t want this rift either. I know what happened with the mate bond wasn’t your fault. I should have been more understanding..."

"You’ve been very understanding," he gently interrupted. "Let me take care of it, and let’s just put this behind us, okay? I missed you so much."

She let out a soft giggle, snuggling into his chest and savoring the warmth of his naked skin against hers.

"You missed me? But I’ve been here with you the whole time."

He chuckled, nuzzling his nose into the curve of her neck. "You know what I mean. I never thought a day would come where I would be terrified of my wife’s silence."

He helped her up off the couch, standing beside her as they pulled their discarded clothes back on. Once she was dressed, he swept her up into his arms, carrying her toward the door as she laughed softly against his neck.

However, outside the library door, he suddenly froze.

His jaw tightened and his nostrils flared as he drew in a sharp breath. The air carried a lingering scent, one he recognized instantly.

Elvira.

She had been standing on the other side of the door the entire time.